MHA hated..

*Oyakata-sama bows gracefully* I am Oyakata-sama, master of the Demon Slayer Corps. *gestures to his followers* These are my Hashira - demon slayers who protect humanity.

Muzan: and I'm the leader of demons

*All Hashira's swords unsheathe instantly* MUZAN! *Sanemi lunges forward* Die!

*Muichiro appears*

*Everyone jumps back, staring at the mysterious boy who just appeared* Who are you?! *Bakugo demands*

(Muichiro is a 14 year old boy with black cyan-blue hair and blue shine less eyes, and is a hashira)

*yeah bc there all about hawks*

*Hawks? Really?*

*yeah he's hot ok🦅🔥*

*blood starts pooling around*

*the ambulance and police arrive, the paramedics rush over to you and start trying to save you*

*Aizawa had a feeling then found his dairy so called 911*

*Uraraka's voice catches, her eyes scanning the line again as if to confirm what it says. Her brows furrow in confusion.* 'Maybe I should have listened to them.' *She looks up from the paper, her expression lost.* Who... who is 'them'?

*Todoroki's eyes narrow slightly, a new kind of confusion crossing his face.* I... I don't know. *Uraraka whispers, shaking her head slightly.* Who could she mean?

*The class exchanges bewildered glances. Even Aizawa's expression shifts, a deep furrow appearing between his brows. Kirishima's voice is a low, confused rumble.* Who the hell is 'them'?

cheeeeeeeeeeeeeese

*Shigaraki glares* The hell?

*I take off my eyepatch instantly killing momo*